|Light a candle and SHINE|
Light a Candle
I’ve always loved a good candle, but then twenty years ago when my children came to me (three of the five came at once,) I had to let my love for candles go.
My youngest daughter Fatima found one that was lit and put her entire hand in the wax of the candle. She crawled over to me, white hand glowing and smiled as she held up her tiny fingers.
I screamed and Fatima laughed and then kept crawling.
I checked for injury; she had none and so I blew out my candle for almost 20 years.
Last week, I had the opportunity to meet with an incredible group of people who sell candles. Not just any candle, The Gold Canyon candle is said to be the world’s finest. The wax is cool (something I could have used,) the scents are truly unbelievable and ---wait for it, they were invented by a woman. (Read more about Gold Canyon)
This company of purpose-filled people host parties in communities not just to sell candles, but with a mission to light the hearts and minds of others.
Now, if you’ve read any of my posts, then you know that I’m not trying to sell you a candle (they are truly remarkable) what I’m doing is setting you up.
I want to ask you this; what you have given up that you need to go and reclaim?
What joy, what light, and what little thing did you lose along this pathway called life?
Until I met with these folks; mostly women who sell candles to help their families and children in need---really I’m serious—I had forgotten about why I got rid of the candles.
I shared the story with my daughter and she had a completely different memory.
“That whole wax thing is why I love candles, but every time I light one you get scared, so I blow it out.”
I wondered how many other things I’d done in the name of safety that was interpreted some other way.
I handed her a candle, and I light it there in front of her.
“This is your candle,” I told her, “don’t let anyone snuff it out.”
Be you, be well, be glowing.
Bertice Berry, PhD.